hehehe i hope Every time Haden gets to meet Ilya at Shane’s house, Ilya is shirtless. I hope this is a running gag in S2, Hayden being like “Is he allergic to shirts?” And Shane’s just “He’s allergic to you, ” he doesn’t say it out loud though
Shane remembers everything about hockey. Every shot taken, every pass missed, every goal scored, he remembers it all.
Coaches, benchwarmers, single season call-ups when starters get injured. There isn’t anything about his hockey career that he can’t recall.
Or so he thought.
They’re at the MLH awards for the third year since Shane joined the Centaurs.
#91 for Houston Korogyi, was busy talking with Ilya in a corner and Shane couldn’t help but scowl.
He did not like that guy, didn’t know what it was about Korogyi but he just rubbed Shane the wrong way. He was always acting so familiar with Shane for no reason and talking with him like they were friends. They were not friends. They didn’t even play on the same team what was his deal?
He caught Ilya’s eye from across the room and tried to smile. It didn’t work because soon enough Ilya was wrapping up his conversation with Korogyi, patting him on the back before walking back over to Shane. He tried not to frown as his husband approached.
“We can head out soon if you want.” Ilya said taking Shane’s hand in his and squeezing gently.
“No, no it’s fine. I’m fine.”
“You do not sound fine Shane.”
He took a sip of his drink. “You and Korogyi are friends?”
Ilya’s eyebrows went up a tick, “we are friendly yes but not friends I would say.” He looked at Shane. “You do not like him?”
Shane said nothing.
“Did he say something to you?”
“Jeez, no nothing like that, he’s friendly enough. Too friendly actually that’s the whole problem.” He felt stupid now that he said it out loud.
Ilya just looked at him. “Explain.”
“He’s just always coming up to me like we’re buddies,” Shane sighed “the whole time I’ve known him he’s just been too chummy it’s weird.”
“Sure,” Ilya began slowly, “but we do have bond you know.”
He did not know. “What?”
“We all had rookie season at the same time,” he said, like that explained everything.
“Plenty of people were rookies at the same time as us Ilya, what makes him so special?”
Now Ilya was really looking at him. “He was third draft pick after us.”
Shane blinked. What.
“He was?”
Ilya nodded.
“Me, you and Korogyi,” he said pointing to each of them in turn, “one, two, three. You don’t remember this?”
Shane racked his brain, what did he remember from that day. Ilya had been called 1OA for Boston, then him for Montreal. Everything after that was a blur. All he could remember was conversations with managers interspersed with stolen glances at his competition and future husband. Then of course everything that happened later, that he remembered quite clearly.
“We took pictures, he was on other side of me,” Ilya added, unhelpfully.
“I know there were pictures Ilya.” Shane grumbled.
“But you cannot remember who was in them.”
No, apparently he couldn’t.
“Is this hockey brain damage I have heard so much about?” Ilya was starting to grin now, and Shane could tell he was going to be teased about this forever. “Or maybe you were so distracted by the dashing rookie from Boston that you could not think of anything else?” Shane’s ears were starting to turn pink.
“I know Korogyi must’ve seemed sooo far away from the poor 2nd overall draft pick, especially with man of your dreams standing between you,”Shane rolled his eyes. “Maybe if you’d been in the middle of the photos you would remember,” Ilya said, throwing an arm around Shane and pressing him tight to his side.
He looked at Ilya, appraising. “If I was in the middle I wouldn’t’ve remembered your name either.”
When do you think Shane finds out that Ilya has been on minoxidil ever since 2014 when someone commented "a scary look in the the future of Rozanovs hair" on a picture of Ilya with his father and brother?
Summary: What do Ilya and David talk about around the kitchen table?
Pairing: Ilya x Shane, David Hollander
Word Count: 870
Warnings: None really. Bit of angst. Mentions of childhood traumas. Nothing beyond what's explored in the show.
A/N: I don't know how this popped into my brain, but I've stayed up way too late writing it, so I hope you enjoy! 😊❤️
Ilya took another sip of the vodka; he hadn't been lying, it really was good vodka.
He heard the door click shut behind Shane, and part of Ilya wanted to follow him to make sure he was okay. But he knew the moment was for Yuna and Shane alone. They needed this. Besides, he was sure Shane would be fine. He recognized the motherly, protective kind of love he saw in Yuna, even if he hadn't seen it for himself in more than a decade.
Yeah, Yuna and Shane would be good.
Which just left him and David sitting awkwardly at the kitchen table.
Ilya took another sip of his drink and searched his mind for a safe topic of conversation.
"This is," he waved his hand to indicate the cottage, "this is nice too. Like Shane's. Shane was lucky to grow up here."
David nodded, a slightly disjointed smile spreading across his face. It reminded Ilya of the way Shane smiled when he was embarrassed or awkward.
"Yes, thanks. It's uh, well I mean, of course Shane grew up in Ottawa, but summers were always here."
Ilya nodded back. "Yes, of course."
A slightly awkward silence fell again, and David seemed to feel it was his responsibility to fill it this time.
"So, you grew up in Moscow?"
Ilya nodded.
"What was that like, then?"
Ilya felt a familiar pit open up in his stomach. God the Hollanders sure loved to immediately start discussing family and home.
He tried on a smile. “Was fine. Cold.”
Unlike his son, however, David seemed to guess he may have overstepped, and his chuckle was a little forced. “Yeah, so just like here.”
Ilya thought back to his grey childhood, made greyer still by his mother's death. No matter what the season outside, inside the Rozanov house, it was always cold. Ilya contrasted that to where he sat now. The light filtering in, bright and warm, from the green-blue outside. The house was made comfortable and welcoming with cozy furniture and family photos spread everywhere, a grinning Shane in almost every one of them.
He dared to think for a second about what would have happened if it had been HIS father who walked in on him kissing Shane Hollander. He felt a real dread settle into his heart, and then compared it to the slightly stilted conversation he was having with the kind man across from him.
There was no comparison. He thought he just might be safe here.
He tested out his theory by asking a question he'd been wondering about , almost since the moment he and Shane had walked in.
“Why is ‘lovers’ wrong?”
David looked slightly dumbfounded. “What?”
“Why does Shane not like the word? He said it was gross, but Mrs. Hollander, said it. But still Shane didn't like it. Why? I thought…” His forehead wrinkled. “I thought, we are in love, so we are lovers, yes?”
David's cheeks flushed slightly and Ilya realized that at least part of Shane's good looks came from his boring father too.
“Uh…” David rubbed a hand across his mouth, hiding a grin. “Well, you're not wrong in the strictest sense. But there's a certain connotation that comes with that word. It implies more of a, um…”
Ilya could see David was embarrassed, but he soldiered on anyway for Ilya's benefit. “More of a strictly physical relationship. More to do with ‘making love’ than being IN love. Which is why Yuna used it to describe the uh…early stages of your…relationship.”
It clicked in Ilya's mind then, and he immediately understood why Shane would be horrified to use it in front of his parents.
But he couldn't help but grin. David chuckled. “Yeah.” He said softly.
“So,” Ilya shrugged, “what is the right word?”
David looked at him for a moment, studying him, before asking, “Well, let's see, you're in love with my son, right?”
Ilya nodded, suddenly shy.
“And you plan on a future with him?”
“Yes. Shane woke me up at three o'clock this morning with a ten year plan.” His grin was impish now. “But I liked it.”
David chuckled and snorted softly. “Yeah, he's Yuna's son alright.”
Ilya saw the warmth in David's expression and he nodded. “But, you too…I think, he is you too.”
David took a sip of his vodka to hide his smile.
As he swallowed, he glanced back at Ilya and spoke with a decisive nod.
“Boyfriend, I think. That's the word you're looking for.”
Ilya felt stupid for not thinking of the word sooner. Of course, that was exactly the word for what they were.
“Boyfriends.” Ilya said softly. “Yes, this is good.”
David tipped the vodka bottle to fill his and Ilya's glasses again before raising his glass in a toast.
“Yeah, it is good.”
Ilya clinked his glass and took a sip, the warmth in his belly having nothing to do with the vodka.
David pushed away from the table. “Okay, son, let's get started on some lunch. I'm starving.”
“Sure. What are we having?” Ilya asked as he stood up.
“Pasta.”
Ilya grinned as he followed David into the kitchen. He'd wanted hot dogs, but somehow he'd deal with the disappointment.
i want an au fic where yuna and david are obsessed with "the sweet russian boy from the farmer's market". none of this "there were no nice men in montreal?" or "i thought you hated him" bullshit. no no. yuna and david think ilya shits roses and rainbows. they think ilya is the second coming of jesus. shane is so sick of this bullshit. shane thinks it's some rando who is trying to scam his parents. shane thinks this dude is weird for spending so much time with a couple in their 50s. shane gets competitive. and then shane comes out to his parents and since then, they've been shamelessly trying to set them up (lowkey tried to set them up when shane was straight too, but that's a different thing), and shane is not having it, thank you very much. ilya, who has seen the entire album 'shanebug' on david hollander's phone is disgustingly in love with the pretty boy with freckles who apparently hates him for some reason. shane will rather die than date this asshole who is trying to steal his parents. then shane sees the pic yuna posts on her instagram and ohhhhh that's what ilya rozanov looks like and now he has to pretend like he still hates ilya lest everyone involved finds out that shane is a slut for gorgeous russian men with perfect curls and pretty moles and beefy arms.
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